The soull looking att, and longing for an eternall saboath. sep 8 72

When shall that blessed, saboath morning dawn
That saboath of eternall rest, upon
My soull, that it might sweetly once begin
Thy love, and praise, eternally to sing
That blessed saboath which shall know no night
The Sun of righteousnese, shall be itts light
No sleeping, dresing, eating, in it shall
Steall out a part, away from god, but all
Of it, shall be employ'd to sing his praise
Whillst we sit under his delighting rays
No Luring bait of sin, and vanity

The soull desiring faster growth and speedy ripnese.

That this agrees unto thy will
I am well satisfi'd
That I should climb apace, the hill
wher glory, doth reside.

Thou lovst to see thy plants to thrive.
which ar set by thy hand
And to maturity arive
in this thy lower land.

Unto thy grace. no bound is set
this doth encourage me
To hope, that I, through ev'ry let
may grow up unto thee.

Whatever any have atain'd
that Lord, I will desire
What ever any, might have gaind
to that, I would aspire.

sep 4 The soulls Charge drawn up against intruders and compaint to the right owner and Lord of the house.

Cast out intruders, Lord
out of thy dwelling place
I know they ar, by thee abhor'd
and soe by me, through grace.

Thesse inmates doe disturb
I cannot be att rest
They ar thy foes, wilt thou not curb
and of their pow'r divest.

About thy house. they lurk
I cannot quiet be
When I'me employ'd about thy work
they ar disturbing me.

Tis they that break the peace
and make stirs, and uproars

The soull under fears of hipocrisie, sees itt need of examination, both from scripture, from the deceitfullnese of the hart, and from the fair shews of many that have been deceived. september 4 72

What need hast thou with speed
To search about with heed
and industry
Still warily
Least thou shouldst be out in thy way
Twill be to late, another day.

All that doth glister is
Not gold, but false varnish
thou'lt bear no weight
if counterfeight
The foolish may walk with the wise
Deceiving them by there disguise.

I cant but pationetly long
for that most wellcome day
When I shall sing this blessed song
and shall triumphing say.
Oh death where is thy victory
oh grave, where is thy sting
Thou hast made me, compleatly
A victor, through my king.

And that not only over death
but over sin, and hell
Which frequently, prevaileth
O'r'e me whilst here I dwell.

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thou seest itt fitt, to keep me low
That pride, may not upon me grow.

Because I have not what I would
I am, by mine own thoughts befool'd.

And look upon thee as my foe
Because att once, all doth not flow.

To satisfaction, of desires
Saten, with unbeleife, conspires.

To rob me of, the comfort which
Would flow unto me from the rich.

Beginnings, of thy grace, in me
Which shall att last, perfected be.

How ready, am I to take part
With Saten. who by runing art.

Love, September 1 72

Ther is one thing, which I would crave
The which alone, if I might have
it would sufice
And be my heaven, upon earth
Keeping my soull, free from all dearth
Love, is the grace I prize.

T'would be a heav'n in midst of hell
If love enflam'd, in me might dwell
give that to me
And then I shall not, will not care
For this worlds, overgiulded ware
but shall hasten to thee.

Love would my soull from self unty
And teach it sweetly, to deny
it self in what

The soull under the distempers of its body releives it self, by eyeing its future glory, and freedome.

How doth this mouldring tent of clay
retard the soull, whilst here
In its progresive, holy way
by breaches that apear.

But when to heaven, it shall get
It then shall freely soare
The body, then shall be a let
unto the soull no more.

No pained head, or akeing hart
Shall indispose thee then
To sing his praise, or act thy part
among the sons of men.

No malencholy, in thee there
Shall any more apear

upon parting with a deer freind brother Gilbert, July 26 72

What ar the comforts of this life
For which poor mortals, are att strife

Wee can enjoy them but a while
although they on us seem, to smile.

They'r like unto a suden blast
Which flameth up, & then in hast.

It goeth out, & leaves behind
sadnese, and darknese on the mind.

We joy a litle in a freind
But oh how soon, this joy doth end.

They do'nt so much refresh the hart
As gaule when we from them do part.

But oh how sweet, will heaven be

The souls. all, in another world July 22 72

My countrey's in another world
when shall I to it goe
Why am I soe far from it hurl'd
by unbeliefe, my foe
As that I cannot think
thou wilt my chain, unlink.

My dear relations there doe dwell
my best freinds, are above
How can it then, with me be well
till I to them, remove
from this dark, irksome cell
Wher-in, whilst here I dwell.

My god, and father he is there
how can I chouse, but moane
Till I come to breath in that ayre
where is, his sedled throne